The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The wagon wheels groaned against the frozen ruts as Elias Thorne pulled the reins tighter, his knuckles white against the leather. He was forty years old, and the cold bit into his bones like a thief. Behind him, in the back of the cart, lay a single rusted iron key, wrapped in a oilcloth. It was the only thing he had brought from his smithy, a talisman of guilt that he believed would unlock...

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